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[It's ridiculous, and more jam than toast, but it's something. He tried.
Sasha sits up a bit more, taking the plate from him with a half-resigned smile.]

This is okay. Thank you, Tim.

[At least it's good jam. She takes a bite as her stomach growls in that 'if you don't fucking feed me, I'm going to attack you' sort of way. Sasha makes quick work of her lightly-toasted toast and jam, sucking a spot off of her thumb as she hands the plate back. At least she can make it to dinner, now. She thinks.]

I think this just means we're going to have to order in late, hm?

[While she makes quick work of her toast, Tim makes quick work getting back to where they left off. His hand rubbing up and down her leg as he waits for her to eat. Even kissing her shoulder as she chews.] Order late, or early in the morning. [His voice taking on a very husky tone.]

[The plate is handed over, Sasha thinking that she might be able to get used to shoulder kisses and leg massages from time to time.]

Let's aim for late. That's just being mindful of your submissive's needs. [She grins. Sorry, Tim. She's learning.]

Needs change. [His hand purposely moves up higher between her legs. A kiss on her neck turning into a playful nibble.]

[She takes a deep breath when Tim's hand pushes farther up, releasing it slowly with a smirk.]

Maybe, but the need for food does not. Unlike you, I am unable to live on love alone.

We'll see how you feel. Maybe you'll be too tired to eat. [This time that playful nibble focuses on her ear. His hand sliding up even further. The first of his fingers grazing that spot where her legs meet together.]

[His fingers succeed in drawing out a soft moan, her own fingers happy to run through his hair and along the nape of his neck.]

I can tell you that I'm too tired to take my clothes off right now, so maybe you should help me? You said you would.

I did say that, didn't I? [He purrs as he curls his fingers into her shirt. Pulling it up and over her head nice and slow. Leaning down to kiss her skin as it becomes more exposed.]

You did. [She helps with her shirt removal, happy to lift her arms over her head for him. He's rewarded for his kissing with a soft moan and breathy sigh.]

[Careful fingers tug and pull her shirt off. Tossing it to the side as he leans in to kiss her deeply. His tongue darting forward if she'll let it inside as his hands wrap around to unlatch her bra with well trained fingers.]

[It's a deep, passionate kiss they share, and Sasha is happy to let herself sink into that closeness. She breathes a soft whimper when her breasts are freed from her bra, and her hand runs up Tim's chest to rest; to feel his heartbeat.

The kiss is broken as she smiles about a day with ice cream, not long after she'd arrived.]

You've learned my secret of bra removal. Now I have no secret powers.

I've been practising. [It also helped that his mind was his own today.] You still have many secret powers. Like how you hold my heart in your hand.

[Meanwhile his hand slips between her legs. Slowly sliding up to where they meet. Kissing her again and subtlety pushing to encourage her to lay down onto the bed.]

I'll be as careful as I can.

[It's the only thing she can say before Tim's wonderful touch finds its way along her inner leg, encouraging her to relax and open herself up a little more. His lips are right where they belong: On hers, and Sasha has certainly translated Tim's gentle urging to lie back on the too-comfortable bed. She hums a soft note of pleasure, reaching up to run her fingers through his hair.]

I know you will. [He continues to kiss her. Letting his eyes close so he can take in the full taste of her on his lips as his fingertips begin to move. Rubbing themselves up and down the curve of her groin. Feeling the heat of her body for several moments before those fingers move all the way up to the edge of her pants. Looking to start removing those as well.]

[She moans against his lips, stretching out her body so that he can work on her pants. There's a thought in the back of her mind that maybe she needs to just start wearing more skirts despite the fact she wears plenty. Then again? Having Tim work at this makes her want so much more. A reward, maybe. Sasha breaks the kiss briefly. She grins.]

Such a tease, Tim. So fast with my bra...

Been practicing. [He says with a bit of a chuckle. Pulling her pants down with his hands. He kisses her along her jawline, down her throat, between her breasts, and down her stomach as his hands push her pants down.

As his continue their downward trail he will eventually reach her panties. Here he nips at them with his teeth. Shimming his way down his hands pull on her pants and his teeth help her underwear down at the same time.]

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